Dear Reluctant Traveler,

February 8, 2018

I could never get those hours back often feeling like a reluctant traveler,

time to pack and be posted again.

Only hindsight realizes that time is never wasted,

building my garden was all a privilege,

doing what you love the most is only quantifiable to the beholder.

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